Posts Tagged ‘memoir’

The Diary of a Young Girl

December 2nd, 2009

The Diary of a Young GirlWhile prepping for my literary theory class today, I came across the following quote by critic Terrence Hawke:

All ends, when they arrive, shape the beginnings that precede them. (qtd in Barry 295)

Immediately, my mind went to Anne Frank.  As an adult, reading The Diary of a Young Girl, I could not begin the “musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl” without thinking about the end of Frank’s story.  As I read the entries from 1944, when Anne turned fifteen, I couldn’t keep from calculating how many months she had left to live.  It’s impossible to read her diary without confronting the sad fact that Anne Frank died in Bergen-Belsen just weeks before the camp was liberated.

In one way, the power of the diary IS the ending.  Here is a young girl, both ordinary and extraordinary, who is full of life.  As we read, our knowledge of her fate colors each entry.  Here is a young girl finding her way through her struggles with her parents, through her first fleeting love, through her discovery of her life’s calling.  When you read passages like this one, it’s so difficult to separate your knowledge of Anne’s ending from her moment of hope:

I’m young and have many hidden qualities; I’m young and strong and living through a big adventure; I’m right in the middle of it and can’t spend all day complaining because it’s impossible to have any fun!  I’m blessed with many things: happiness, a cheerful disposition and strength.  Every day I feel myself maturing, I feel liberation drawing near, I feel the beauty of nature and the goodness of the people around me.  Every day I think what a fascinating and amusing adventure this is!  With all that, why should I despair?

It’s exactly this tension between hope and despair that powers the diary.  The immediacy and intimacy of Anne’s voice invites you to commiserate.  And yet, you always know the ending.  In some ways, I think Anne is also always aware of the possibility of her death.  She knows what is happening to her fellow Jews.  She knows that it is only her own force of will that will keep her from despair.  While it’s easy to try and cling to the comic moments in the diary and the hope Anne offers from time to time, I think both Anne’s maturity, and our own, comes from confronting the despair head on, from not shirking from the end that colors each beginning.

Shelf Discovery

November 2nd, 2009

Shelf DiscoveryFirst off, a big thank-you to Florinda at The 3 R’s Blog for sending me a copy of Shelf Discovery: The Teen Classics We Never Stopped Reading.

Lizzie Skurnick’s book was a lovely dip into my own past.  Skurnick, a columnist and author of ten Sweet Valley High novels, has pulled together a comprehensive set of essays about the books we passionately adored and why. I enjoyed her tounge-in-cheek look at classics like Little House on the Prairie and Ramona Quimby and Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, but, of course, I jumped straight to the last chapter: “Panty Lines: I Can’t Believe They Let Us Read This.”  Even reading the summaries of books like Flowers in the Attic brought back memories of reading under the covers, late at night, and making sure to tuck the books out of sight during the day.

If you were an avid reader who came of age in the 1980s, I know you’ll love leafing through some long-forgotten favorites like Ghosts I Have Been by Richard Peck and Go Ask Alice and Caroline by Wilo Davis Roberts.  In fact, you can now go even further and re-read your favorites for Booking Mama’s new Shelf Discovery Challenge.

I’m happy to pass this fun book onto someone who wants to participate in the challenge.  Just leave a comment by 5:00 EST Wednesday, and I’ll pick one avid 80’s reader. Enjoy the challenge!

The Media Relations Department of Hizbollah Wishes You a Happy Birthday

August 28th, 2009

The Media Relations Department of Hizbollah Wishes You a Happy BirthdayUsually, I title my post with the title of the book that I am reviewing.  Today, that gives us a rather long headline!

The Media Relations Department of Hizbollah Wishes You a Happy Birthday: Unexpected Encounters in the Changing Middle East by Neil MacFarquhar continues my travel theme of late. Last time, a trip through the Grand Canyon, this time a sweeping trip from Algeria to Iran.  MacFarquhar spent his early childhood on a compound for oil employees in Libya.  While he was relatively isolated from the local people and culture, those years left a deep impression.  As an adult, he has devoted his career to the region, learning Arabic and working as a journalist for the Associated Press and the New York Times. His book begins with his childhood and closely follows his own chronology through the first half of the book.  In the second half, he chooses six reformers in six countries.  By following each person’s story, MacFarquhar highlights the main impediments to democracy in the region.

Since he centers his writing on his own story and the stories of specific individuals, MacFarquhar is able to delve into the region more intimately.  For the most part, he avoids emphasizing the violence that grabs our attention in news headlines.  Instead, he attempts to capture what day to day life is like for ordinary people. His early chapters on Libya are quite insightful, and timely, given the recent controversy concerning the man imprisoned in Scotland for the Lockerbie crash.  I also admire how he wove his own memories and desires into his reporting.  Here’s an example from his chapter on Lebanon:

“One favorite picture of my parents captured them out in the town in Beirut, all dolled up and grinning widely.  My father, completely out of character, sports a tux, while my mother is wearing a dark, short-sleeved cocktail dress and a wig that I had never seen before or since.  They are sitting at a dinner table, waiting for the floor show to begin at the Casino du Liban, a low white building still perched on a cliff just north of Beirut.  The glamorous memento had been snapped roughly a year before the Lebanese civil war erupted in April 1975.”

By juxtaposing these snippets of memory and mundane life with the violent milestones of the region’s recent history, MacFarquhar offers a useful analysis of life in the Middle East for those of us who are not familiar with the region’s governments, structures, and customs.  I came away feeling like I know a little more about why the countries of the region seem so mysterious to Americans and why serious change in the region is so difficult.

The Unlikely Disciple

July 24th, 2009

The Unlikely Disciple When I saw At Home With Books’ review of The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner’s Semester at America’s Holiest University, I knew that I’d have to read Kevin Roose’s memoir. While in college, Roose transferred to Liberty University for a semester.  Liberty, founded by Jerry Falwell, claims to “train champions for Christ.”  Roose, a student at Brown University, lives and studies at Liberty for a semester in order to get a good look at a school that may very well be the polar opposite of his own.

Part of what makes this memoir so successful is that Roose is a college student himself. Since he is struggling with the same questions of identity and one’s place in the world as his peers at Liberty, Roose sees the students at Liberty in a different light than an ordinary journalist or writer would.  Roose is a thoughtful writer who blends his background research seamlessly into descriptions of his life at Liberty.  He brings his friends to life and honestly writes of his own struggles, both to fit in at the school and to maintain a critical distance as a writer.

Often, mainstream press accounts of evangelical Christians seem to miss the mark.  Rather than investigating the appeal of this strand of Christianity, journalists just examine the charismatic leaders or political structures of the organizations.  In contrast, Roose is able to spend enough time with “ordinary” evangelicals to see their concerns, comforts, and struggles. He compassionately shows how Liberty students embrace and struggle with their religious convictions on a daily basis.

You could barely go more than a block in my hometown without bumping into a “Bible college.” (In fact, Jerry Falwell himself attended the same one my babysitter went to.)  While  my own family is not evangelical in the classic sense, we did grow up in a very conservative neck of the woods.  I have always called myself a Christian, but I have long struggled with finding my own comfort level within the language of contemporary Christianity.  Roose points out that immersion in religious communities parallels immersion in a new language.  At some point, you are far enough along that it all “clicks,” and you become fluent.  I could certainly see that happen in my own community and to my own friends.

What impressed me the most with The Unlikely Disciple is Roose’s journey. He comes to Liberty with an open enough mind that he can embrace some aspects of the school’s spiritual life.  For example, he finds great comfort in the prayers of his friends.  However, he is critical enough to also shed light on stances of evangelical Christianity that make many of us cringe, such as the condemnation of homosexuals and the limited role for women.  I imagined that the book would be just another bit of fodder in the dwindling culture wars.  Instead, I was surprised at how Roose’s story informed my own life as a Christian.

Annie’s Ghosts

July 13th, 2009

Annie's GhostsSteve Luxenberg is a senior editor for the Washington Post.  He has made his career asking people questions and getting them to talk about themselves.   Annie’s Ghosts: A Journey Into a Family Secret is about one person he has never been able to question: his aunt, Annie Cohen.  For almost all of his life, he believed that his mother was an only child.  In fact, she proudly proclaimed her only child status whenever she could work it into the conversation.  Near the end of her life, Steve and his siblings hear a rumor about an aunt who was sent away as a toddler. Only after his mother’s death does Luxenberg discover the truth: his mother’s sister, Annie, was placed in a public mental institution at the age of twenty-one.  She remained there for the rest of her life.

Annie’s Ghosts tells of Luxenberg’s exhaustive search to learn more about Annie.  Unable to ask his mother or his aunt all the questions he is dying to ask, he draws on his training as a journalist to gather all the facts he can about Annie.  What makes the book a wonderful read is Luxenberg’s ability to imagine the lost worlds of Detroit in the 1940s and 1950s, what life must have been like for his grandparents and his mother, what would have led them to place Annie in Eloise, a massive public hospital that served Wayne County, Michigan.  Not only does he explore a Detroit that no longer exists, he also tries to understand his immigrant grandparents, their lives in Ukraine, his cousin’s escape from the Nazis in World War II, and his father’s military experience in the Philippines.  What starts out as a simple discovery of his mother’s secret turns into an impressive social history of life in the first half of the twentieth century.

I loved how Luxenberg took us along on his search to learn about Annie.  From census records to hospital records to tracking down phone numbers of eighty-year old family friends, Luxenberg exposes his research throughout the book.  Anyone who has dabbled in genealogy or wondered about his or her past can learn from Luxenberg.  I was amazed at how much he was able to uncover from the little he had to work with.  Along with actually making his research seem exciting, Luxenberg ably tries to recreate the world of his aunt.  By doing so, he teaches us how Annie’s family and neighbors would have viewed Annie, how she would have lived in a massive institution like Eloise, and why his mother would choose to lie about her sister for all those years.

Luxenberg’s memoir is an impressive tribute to his family.  In addition, it’s an impressive piece of history.  By starting with this lost story in his own family, Luxenberg is able to shed light on thousands of stories that would otherwise be lost.   For that reason, I happily call it one of the best books I’ve read this summer.